A long long time ago—in 1980—in a land far far away—in Brooklyn—a man was born. After several mishaps, odd scenarios and bully challenges he discovered his gift of flying.

Due to a top-secret government mix-up, he was forbidden to discuss it, even when provoked. So instead he claimed to be a comedian.

Not many people laughed at his jokes, so he wrestled with many other careers. Playing the spoons comes to mind. He wasn’t very good at that either.

One day, the heavens opened up, and rained on him.

That was a sad day. So sad, in fact, that his moms got scared. She said, “You’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.”